so my brother thinks he can blog.
clearly, he doesn’t get it. philosophical tangents? classical quotes? general bloggy seriousness? who DOES that?
seriously, after a day of pan-frying my brain like so many relativist grits, i would never submit myself to the pressure of churning real content.
then again, is this real?
he can serve tolstoy like stewed tomatoes if he wants. i’ll just chomp on some will rogers:“Everybody is ignorant, only on different subjects.”
UPDATE: what does the post title “On Being in Love” mean? something you’d like to announce to the world via the intimate channels of the innerneck?
UPDATE UPDATE: just to be clear for new readers, that mug shot is NOT ME. thank you.